Alpha Wolfe grips Isaac X’s wrist, his bearded jaw locked over his mouth as they stand shoulder to shoulder in a dim kitchen, drinks clutched in their hands. The blond’s slim fingers thread through Wolfe’s dark hair, pulling him closer for a deep, open-mouthed kiss while the muscular man’s grip tightens, possessive. The only thing hidden is what comes next.
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